Ned had been prepared, if he needed to, to play up his reactions to help Ginsberg gain his confidence. Not to fake anything, certainly, and not to lie if Ginsberg was doing something incorrectly or hurting him. But he'd half had it in his mind that he'd consciously be a touch louder with his moans, a little more generous with his movements. Turns out, that well-intentioned and generous impulse hadn't been necessary. With Ginsberg fingering him like that he twists his hands into the sheets and just holds on as if for dear life, mouth falling open and eyes screwed shut. He's not saying anything, but the sounds spilling from his lips - without any art or construction on his part - are very appreciative.

It's hard for him to channel his thoughts in the right direction, but he adds after a minute or so, "You c-can put... use a second finger. Even better." Very coherent, Ned.